White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack . . . Bela Lugosi’s dead.
The bats have left the bell tower / The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box / Bela Lugosi’s dead…
Bela Lugosi’s dead / Undead, undead, undead . . .
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time’s dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom / Alone in a darkened room: The Count
Bela Lugosi’s dead . . . Bela Lugosi’s dead . . . Bela Lugosi’s dead
Undead, undead, undead
I had this poster of Bela Lugosi on my bedroom wall as a kid.
Truly undead HERE